Dylan curls the side of his lips up into a smirk and quips, "I think the dead have all the time in the world. Don't you?"
"If you're referring to yourself, good for you..." Cassidy spat out.
"But right now, we'd like you to step out of the way."
"What a feisty little niece. As expected of an Eleanor~"
Dylan gestures with his hand, ordering Evelyn and Keith, who are flanked by his side, to lower their weapons. Their actions only serve to put Cassidy and Adrian on their guard. Ray stands off to the side, still trying to make sense of the entire situation.
"Fine, then. I will grant your wish, my dear niece. I will step aside," Dylan continued.
"What's the catch?" Cassidy intrepidly asked, tightening her hold on Aira's hand.
"I want to propose a game."
"A game...?" Adrian echoed, feeling as though he was on the edge of a cliff, one push away from falling into tumultuous waters.
"What kind of game?"
